Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplacable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Seasons (of love)

In daylights, in sunsetsIn midnights, in cups of coffeeIn inches, in miles, in laughter, in strifeIn five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutesHow do you measure, a year in the life?

In truths that she learnedOr in times that he criedIn bridges he burnedOr the way that she died

It's time now, to sing outThough the story never endsLet's celebrateRemember a year in the life of friends


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